Defense

“I thought I might still find you at your quarters,” said Jack, breaking the silence and seemingly knowing a lot more about Alfonso’s habits than he could have deducted from their small talk they’d had until now.

“Just thought I might invite you to come over to the auditorium in ten minutes. Seems that John Varchas will perform some show about his latest research. He is persistent that everyone show up. I just warned Michael and Paul.”

“I…I need to get dressed,” Alfonso said, stating the obvious. “But I can be there in ten. Auditorium 3, I guess?”

“Nope, Auditorium 1. John Varchas is really expecting all of us. Must be something like a breakthrough he will present. See you in ten, then.”

Obviously, Jack needed to warn more people. Should he have stayed, he would have seen how Alfonso undressed, caressed his thick pole for a moment, just checked in the mirror if he was looking OK – which he did – and redressed, now in a way that he could attend this meeting.

Not that the dress code within the institute was strict: he could wear jeans and a T-shirt, which he did. Not able – or not willing– to find something to wear under his jeans, he decided to wear them over his naked flesh. It felt good. Almost too good, going to that mass meeting, and having his dick growing again.